When New York city summer sweats
And the boys are rolling their cigarettes
The girls are singing into their phones
But Bobby Fischer is all alone

Parks are buzzing with the birds and the bees
Friends are hugging into them trees
The lovers are kissing and exchanging their rings
But Bobby Fischer is playing 18 games

A screaming and crying in the YMCA
"Bobby Bobby why did you go away?"
His mother is whispering, quite alone
"Bobby Bobby where did you go?"

Newspapers rolls are all over town
From the glistening sky tops to the filth on the ground
They bang and explode all over Times Square
"Bobby is gone and no one knows where"

Is he in London or is he in Spain
As he cut off his hair, he changed his last name
Is he under that rock or behind that tree
Oh Bobby Bobby, where can you be?

Bobby came back with his poor little sack,
and his eyes were on fire and his fingernails cracked,
screamin and hollerin and stinkin of gin.
Oh Bobby, Bobby, where have you been?
"I've traveled this world, chasin the sun.
I lived as a king and I lived as a bum.
But to answer your question, it's really quite clear:
I never was gone, cuz I never was here."
Well they're screamin and cryin at the YMCA,
"Bobby, Bobby, why don't you go away?"
His mother's whisperin, quiet and low,
"Bobby, Bobby, please boy, go."﻿